Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.